Early May, 2012
“Are you willing to commit to this?” Vsevolod asked, rheumy eyes looking up at Megs. It was times like this that it was hard to remember that he was Kindred. He was so alive, he ate food and he could stay up during the day.
Vsevolod nodded and spread out the maps before them, smoothing creases with gnarled fingers. He wore a number of silver and gold rings, some with precious gems while others had inscriptions in a language she didn’t recognize.
“I can see why he liked you. You listen. Now go, get your things arranged.”
Megs nodded, tucking the scrap of map into her pocket.
“Can I ask you something?” she said, hesitating a moment. Vsevolod nodded, gesturing for her to go on. “Do you sleep when you get tired? You’re so… so close.”
Vsevolod grinned again, and let out a rasping laugh.
“I will sleep eventually Девочка моя. But not yet, I have much to do, and those religious fanatics at least provide some amusement. But you have much time to go before you rest. Don’t worry about that little bird. Tired and weary are two different things. Dealing with those that are dangerous and trying makes one weary, but it is only time that makes one ready for the Sleep.”
Megs was perched up in the eaves, hidden amongst gargoyles and shadows as she crept forward, looking for a better vantage point.
There was five.
Megs only wanted one. But she’d found him. It’d taken a month of flying under the radar and tracking down first Mitya’s sire… then his blood dolls… then finally, Mitya and his ‘buddies’. Her lips pulled back into a silent snarl as she saw one of the other men, a kindred with a buzzcut, lean down and rip off the woman’s dress.
Five to one was pretty good odds, Megs reasoned, reaching out for the shadows, and pulling them down in a caul of darkness.
“What the fuck,” buzzcut asked, looking up with his hand on the throat of the woman to keep her from struggling. “Did the generator go off?”
“You two,” Mitya said with a lazy gesture to what had to be a pair of nosferatu (they had too many joints in their legs). “Go turn that shit back on. I can’t see my own fucking cock in this shit.” The Nosferatu stumbled forward, making their way by feeling ahead of themselves. Even with enhanced senses, the darkness was staggering. To some it might feel oppressive… to Megs…
Three to one. Buzzcut, Mitya and a mini Rasputin. Ventrue… Mekhet? and who knows… Buzzcut could be anything. Variety was the spice of life, after all. She had only a short window of time before the Haunt twins returned.
Megs stood, drawing the powers of Darkness around her before leaping off into space. The dust of darkness was already clinging close as she dove head first through the shadow, popping up high into the air next to Rasputin. Feeling a woosh of air, the Man instinctively covered his head, only to feel a sudden impact on his shoulders, bearing him down to the floor with a hard crunch.
“What was that?” Buzzcut asked, looking up from his struggling entertainment. Rasputin groaned before the stake pierced his back, sending him into torpor.
“Daniil?” Mitya asks, frowning and looking around nervously as he pulled a knife from his hip and brandished it about.
The blade was sharp and cold as it pressed into her, cutting her open as he sawed back and forth, back and forth.
Neutralize the next target. There was no time to waste on painful memories. Quick, light steps carried her over to buzzcut. Her hands found his back, and grabbed hold of his jacket as Megs cartwheeled over top of him, using the momentum and supernatural strength to haul the large man up over her and into the altar.
The woman screamed and curled up into a small ball, trying to hide from whatever monsters the drugs were making her see.
Megs ignored her, darting in and slamming the second stake into the man’s beefy chest. The backhand connected, sending her flying backwards before she could realise she’d missed his heart by a hair.
“Fuck. FUCK! Mitya help me out, fuckin’ staked man,” Buzzcut said, pulling the stake out of his chest.
“What? Who?” Mitya said, falling into a defensive crouch.
“Maybe now you’ll know your place better,”
“You like that, don’t you, American bitch.”
“Bitch, maybe I have to soften you up a little. Is that it? you’re just challenging me because you want to be put in your place. That’s why you fuck the stupid Gangrel and the handyman. Because you’re not good enough for Real Men.”
“Unworthy cunt. I’ll ruin you and I bet you’ll like it.”
But he wasn’t hers to kill. For all the harm he had subjected her to, Vseya had laid claim to the Ventrue for the murder of his Childe.
The lights flickered back on as the Twins returned, but she was already gone.
“What happened?” one of them asked, looking over to the two injured kindred. “Where’s Mitya?”
After months away, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be home. But there was work to do. An Academy to protect.
And people to Kill.
Vacation was over, it was time to get down to work.